Cookies As Rebellion: On the Value of Differing Perspectives

Recently, I completed my listen of the audiobook for Atul Gawande’s Being Mortal. Gawande’s work has been on my list for years. Thanks to my 2016 reading challenge of reading exclusively non-white* authors, I finally made my way to him.

The book is a moving and important read, making a compelling argument for bringing humanity back to the process of dying. As a former believer, grappling with my mortality is something I’ve done deliberately and conscientiously. As someone who would be paralyzed were it not for modern surgical techniques, I am eager to balance my enthusiasm for scientific advances with a reality check about the inherent ultimate frailty of the human body. As the current caretaker to a disabled spouse, the more dire side of the modern, medicalized system of illness and death is never far from my mind.

That Gawande is Indian shouldn’t matter in a book about the American medical system, right? Any good doctor with writing chops could have produced as excellent a work as Being Mortal, theoretically speaking. Yet it is not so. Continue reading “Cookies As Rebellion: On the Value of Differing Perspectives”

Cookies As Rebellion: On the Value of Differing Perspectives
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Nostalgic Foodies & Slut-Shamers: Stop Talking About My (Grand)Momma

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I can vaguely recall having ranted about the Eurocentrism of my high school history classes, but the moment that the discomfort of othering really hit me was a few years ago, when I was in the middle of reading Michael Pollan’s In Defense of Food.

Others have enumerated the unease many women feel when we read the words of men waxing nostalgic for the non-existent (and pre-feminist) good ol’ days. My discomfort had less to do with my feminism and more to do with my reality. As I delved into the book, my sense of disconnect with the content clicked sharply into place.

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Nostalgic Foodies & Slut-Shamers: Stop Talking About My (Grand)Momma